56. Cole
COLE
Ismiled at Rosalie a week later as Ellis slept on my lap, her doll clutched to her chest.
Rosalie smiled back at me as she softly strummed her guitar. Ryder and Evan had gone out to pick up groceries and had left me with my family.
I’d been staying there off and on, and hadn’t once fucked my Rosebud. I’d been sleeping in the guest room and sometimes the couch. I probably could have gotten into bed with them, but after waking up to Ryder spooning my ass, I decided I’d need to work up to that.
It was killing me, though.
Evan was quiet, per his usual. It was hard to get close to him, so I gave him the distance he seemed to want, but I’d noticed him looking in my direction sometimes. I’d smile at him, and he’d smile back, but he never really spoke.
And always with the damn sunglasses. I’d listened in as Rosalie told him to grow out his hair because she missed running her fingers through it. His smile was shaky, but I knew he was going to do it.
I also knew why he looked so different and kept his head shaved. It was because having his hair would be like going back to being Fox, the man who was tortured and died. Rosalie was too sweet to think about that aspect, but I was going to speak to her about it.
I’d been talking to some docs at work about eye surgery.
I didn’t know the extent of Evan’s eye damage, so I didn’t have a lot to go on.
I was thinking it might be fixable, though, because I did have a few contacts in the research world who worked on similar projects.
I was going to try to get them information on his injury.
I just had to figure out a way to ask for that information.
I figured it was the least I could do for him considering all he’d done.
“What are you working on?” I asked softly, focusing back on Rosalie.
She smiled at me again. “Just a song.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It’s called Second Chance.”
“Is it about me?”
She laughed a little and continued strumming her guitar, not answering me, but I knew it was about me. I hoped at least this time she was saying nice shit. She’d been gutting my ass for five long years with her lyrical barbs.
Deciding Ellis would be more comfortable in her bed, I gently lifted her, took her to her room, and tucked her in for her nap.
“Love you, Ellie-Belly,” I murmured after kissing her forehead tenderly. This little girl was everything to me. I still couldn’t believe she was mine.
It took me a minute of staring at her before I forced myself back to the living room and settled on the couch.
“Rosebud?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you maybe want to come stay at my place this weekend? I thought maybe we could be together.”
“We’re together now,” she said, setting her guitar aside.
“I know, but I want to be alone with you for a night.”
She stood and came to me. I stared up at her before she straddled my lap. My breath hitched in my chest.
“You’re alone with me right now, Scott. What are you going to do with me?”
“Fuck, Rosebud,” I husked out, gripping her hips tightly. “I want to fuck you so hard that I leave another baby inside you.”
She chuckled at that before brushing her lips against mine.
My cock was ready to fucking go.
“Can I fuck you, baby?”
“Mm, yes.”
I crushed my lips against hers and tangled my fingers in her hair. She kissed me back with wild abandon, and I jutted my hips up so she could feel how hard I was for her.
Before I could take it further, the locks on the front door clicked, and the door swung open.
Evan stomped in, pulling a little red wagon of groceries. He eyed us quickly from behind his sunglasses as I jerked away from Rosalie.
“Having fun?” he asked, closing the door behind him.
“I’m sorry,” I started, feeling foolish. I was still struggling with the entire Evan/Fox thing. One minute shit felt good, then the next, it was off.
I didn’t want to overstep either because Evan was definitely not Foxy anymore.
“Why?” Evan stared me down. “She’s your girl too, right?”
“Right,” I muttered.
“Where’s Ry?” Rosalie asked, helping to end the awkwardness.
“Trent called. Wanted him to grab a beer, so he went with him. Sends his love and said he’ll be back later.” Evan said nothing else and went on to put the groceries away. Rosalie leaned in and kissed me again, but I couldn’t fuck her in front of him. Not now. It felt… wrong.
I wanted Foxy back. It was killing me to know he was an arm’s length away, but just so fucking gone.
I wanted him to join Rosebud and me. I wanted our old life back, for fuck’s sake.
“I can’t,” I whispered against her lips.
She paused and frowned at me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“What? God no, Rosebud. Fuck, you’re perfect. I just think we shouldn’t.”
She stared at me for a moment before catching on. Then she smiled before pecking me on the lips and sliding off my lap. I sighed in frustration. My dick was still hard.
Fuck, I wanted her pussy so bad.
I breathed out and told myself later. And that maybe she’d stay the weekend with me.
I watched as she went to Evan and helped him put groceries away. It was a moment into it before he swept her into his arms and stared down at her. He said something to her I couldn’t hear before she answered back. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment before releasing her.
She returned to me and held out her hand.
I took it, confused.
“What are we doing?” I asked as she led me to her bedroom.
She laughed and lost her clothes along the way before lying on her bed.
I stared down at her naked body, my heart in my throat.
“What about Fox— I mean, Evan?”
“He might come watch.”
“Watch?” I frowned.
“He likes to watch. If he doesn’t, then it’s OK. He told me it was OK.”
I looked back at the closed door.
I did want to get laid, so I tugged off my clothes before covering Rosalie with my body.
“Rosebud, just so you know, I haven’t come since I came inside you, so I hope you don’t mind a short ride, baby.”
“Just fuck me,” she said before she kissed me.
I could definitely do that.
I guided my dick into her drenched pussy. She moaned my name, and I slid all the way in, wincing at how tight she was.
“Damn, baby,” I groaned, pulling out and pushing back in. “Fuck.”
“Harder,” she rasped. “Make me come, Cole.”
Her words lit a fire inside me.
So I put my dude piston to work and hammered away, desperate to give her what she wanted before I exploded.
I sucked against her neck, her breasts, my cock hitting a place deep inside her that made me nearly lose control.
She jutted her hips up to meet the pounding I was giving to her, her soft moans sounding out around me.
I didn’t even hear the bedroom door open and close, but I did see Evan move across the room like a black shadow and settle into a chair.
I slowed my work, making Rosalie whimper.
“Are you going to join us?” I called out, looking over my shoulder at him.
“No,” was all he said.
I frowned. This was weird.
Not that he was watching, but that he didn’t want to join. The Fox I knew always joined.
Of course, this wasn’t Fox. It was Evan.
“He’s… different now,” Rosalie murmured. “He’ll join when he’s comfortable.”
I didn’t like that. I didn’t want him to think he had to be uncomfortable with me. It was me. His brother. I loved the fuck out of him.
“I’ll be right back.” I kissed Rosalie again before pulling out and sliding off the bed.
I went to Evan and sank to my knees in front of him.
“Hey,” I said softly. “I’d really like for you to join us.”
He stared back at me wordlessly, his aviator sunglasses in place, black beanie on, and fully clothed.
“Evan?” I tried again.
Still nothing.
“I’ve missed sharing this with you. I would really fucking like it if you made love to our girl with me… brother.” I swallowed hard.
His hand twitched.
Fuck it. If he punched me, then I’d suffer the consequences.
I reached for his belt, and when he didn’t knock my ass out, I unbuckled it before unbuttoning his pants.
I was just about to pull his dick out when he grabbed my wrist. I stared at him, wondering if he was going to punch me now.
“I… can’t,” he said, his voice shaking.
“Why?” I frowned at him.
“My body. I just… I don’t want you to see me.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you look like,” I said. “I have loved you since we were kids. A few tattoos aren’t going to change that. Have you seen E and Enzo? I’d still pull their cocks out for them—”
“No. It’s the scars,” he mumbled.
I blinked at him. “The scars?”
“The underground fucked me up, brother.”
My heart ached for him. We’d gone through similar with E, but he’d come a long way since then. Of course, it did prevent him from getting off most of the time and was likely one of the reasons he wasn’t fucking Rosalie right now, but I planned on working on that with him.
“Evan, it’s me. It’s Cole. I’m not going to fucking judge you, man. I want to do this with you. I fucking miss you. I miss us, brother.”
He said nothing, his hand shaking as he continued to hold my wrist.
“Please. Trust me?” I asked softly. “I swear to you nothing beneath your clothes is going to change how I feel. I love you. I do. Please, Evan. Do this with me and our girl.”
He released my hand but didn’t move to remove any clothing, so I said fuck it and reached for him again.
When he didn’t stop me, I got closer and managed to get his t-shirt off. I stared down at all the tatted planes of muscles. Rosalie stayed on the mattress, watching us.
Carefully, I reached out and ran my hands along his scarred and tatted abs before I made my way to his pants. He shifted after a moment of hesitation and let me get them off him with his boxers. I stared down at his big old cock.
I could see the faint scarring on his thighs like E had. I took his dick in hand and gave him a stroke, noting the bead of precum that beaded out. He flinched, his body tense as I stroked him.
“Beautiful, Foxy,” I whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Cole… Don’t.” His voice was choked.
“You will always be beautiful to me,” I whispered in his ear, our bare chests pressed against one another. “You are always Foxy to me.”
He shook against me as I continued to gently stroke him.